AN: So. I was going to wait until I'd finished my other things before writing this, but those others were pretty much all lemony and I wasn't in the mood to write smut. So here's Chapter One, don't know when Chapter Two will be up, could be in a couple of days, could be in a week or two. The only way I can see myself writing much is if I'm really bored, if I get really stuck on it, or if I get reviews.

Hope it's all right.

By the way, if anyone can tell me how to stop the first bit repeating I would love to know. It's getting on my nerves.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or any of the characters. I just like to borrow them, I'll give them back I promise.

Chapter One: Running Out

BPOV

As the house began to come into sight, I slowed down and reached out to grab Edward's hand. He smiled down at me, then stopped completely and pulled me into his arms. Many things had changed over the past five years, but this hadn't in the slightest. Edward and I still couldn't get enough of each other. At the moment there was no sexual tension in the air, just a comfortable contentment. We were on our way back from hunting and the pure gold of his eyes always made me smile. It had been an exciting day when I'd realised that my eyes no longer held a single speck of crimson in them. It was in that moment that I felt truly a Cullen.

Edward chuckled suddenly. 'Jacob's trying to get Nessie to eat with him. She's going to…' He paused, and then laughed aloud. 'Yeah, sure, Nessie.'

I leaned back, frowning at him. 'What's she doing?'

He grinned down at me. 'Well, Esme cooked dinner for Jacob. Jacob was trying to get Nessie to eat human food, and then she decided to try and get him to drink blood. Not that she'd seriously get him to,' he explained when he saw the widening of my eyes. Sure, when he was in his wolf form he ate raw meat, but in human form… 'She's only joking.'

My thoughts stayed on my daughter as we continued our way up to the house, walking at human pace now. She was beautiful, there was no doubting that. She looked so much like me, but it was the parts of her that looked like Edward that made her so stunning. She was only four years old, but Carlisle estimated her to be physically just over fourteen.

As we walked up the steps to the front door, Alice bounded out of the house, almost knocking me over. 'Bella! What took you so long? I've been waiting for you for ages.' She almost sounded like a whiny teenager.

I rolled my eyes at her. 'Alice, let me tell you something. Edward and I are what you call vampires,' I told her, my voice clear and slow like I was talking to a child. 'Every now and then, vampires need to drink blood to survive.'

She rolled her eyes at me now. 'Geez, Bella, I'm not stupid.'

Life with the Cullens was… amazing. It was everything. We'd stayed in hiding at the house, using Charlie's assistance to make everyone believed that we'd moved away. Charlie didn't ask questions, and all we'd told him was that if he wanted to see Renesmee then he'd have to pretend that we didn't live here anymore. Although we'd never actually spoken of it, he must have seen the reason when he'd witnessed how quickly his granddaughter grew. Still he didn't ask: I wasn't sure whether he passed it off as his imagination of whether he just chose to ignore it.

As far as I knew, no one was really unhappy about staying locked in the house. Alice was enjoying it even more, if possible, since it gave her an excuse to make up disguises for us when she dragged us shopping. Jasper seemed to be happy as long as Alice was. Emmett got bored a lot, but what he got up to when he was bored was hilarious. Rosalie seemed to be fine as long as she was with Renesmee. The only person that seemed restless was Carlisle: after years of saving lives, he felt upset that he couldn't do much now. Eventually he'd worked out a contract with a hospital a few hours away to work for four days a week, and have the other three off so that he could still spend time with his family. Esme stuck by him and made him happy, so everyone was content.

'Isabella Marie Cullen? Are you even listening to me?'

I snapped out of my thoughts to realise that Alice had been speaking the whole time and I hadn't paid attention to a single thing she had said. I just grinned at her sheepishly.

'Please, Bella, I can redecorate Nessie's room without your help if you really want, but I know that you'd rather help. So as I was saying, I've just found this absolutely gorgeous –'

But my thoughts were distracted again when something caught my eyes over my shoulder. Jacob looked up at me and grinned. Wary, I glanced at Edward, but he was smiling. Unworried, I raised my eyebrows at Jacob.

'Just what are you doing to my daughter, Jake?'

Upon hearing me speak, Renesmee began struggling against Jacob, who held her pinned to the floor in the lounge room. 'Mum! He won't let me go!' But she was laughing.

Walking around a seething Alice, I approached my daughter and my best friend. I didn't say anything, waiting for one of them to explain.

'Jake, please, I need to go get ready.'

Jacob tightened his grip on her. 'Not until you apologise.'

Apologise? Edward took a step forward. 'What did you say, Renesmee?'

Renesmee blushed crimson and muttered something so quiet and distorted that even I couldn't hear it. I looked to Jacob, who was doing his best to look serious while struggling not to laugh. 'Your beautiful darling daughter called me a stinking, filthy dog.'

I smiled, but Edward burst out laughing. Renesmee struggled harder. 'See! They think it's funny. Now let me go, or I won't be ready in time!'

Today was her fourth birthday, and she had enough of Alice's interference to insist that she have plenty of time to get ready. Jacob finally let her go. 'Fine, then. Have fun getting yourself ready for a pointless dinner,' he yelled as she danced off.

Edward and I went upstairs to change, respecting Renesmee's wishes in making a formal event about it. Since her adolescence was accelerated, she wanted to make the most of each moment, a sentiment that Edward and I agreed with fervently.

Staring in the mirror, I adjusted the skirt of my gown. Although we did have our cottage nearby, we still kept Edward's room in the main house, and Alice ensured that it was always up to date. Looking past my own reflection, I caught Edward's eye in the mirror and smiled as he stepped up behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist. 'You look beautiful,' he murmured into the skin of my shoulder, trailing kisses lightly up my neck to my jaw. 'Amazingly beautiful…'

Ignoring the shivers racing through my body, I reluctantly stepped away from him, turning to face him. 'You see me everyday, wearing much less than this,' I reminded him. I was glad that our four years together in a slightly more equal relationship – he was more beautiful than I could ever hope to be – had given me more confidence.

His eyes sparkled. 'Yes, but still… I love this dress on you.' Angling my face upwards, he bent his head to kiss me gently. 'I have no idea how I'm going to last through dinner,' he breathed. If I were capable, I would have had goosebumps. 'Why are we having dinner anyway? I think it's a stupid idea.'

Yes, definitely a stupid idea, I thought as I pressed myself against him. 'Nessie,' I gasped. 'She wants this.'

He pulled away with obvious reluctance. 'We should go downstairs. Maybe then we can be sensible.' He smiled crookedly at me.

We went down at a normal speed – for us. As I stopped next to Jacob he glanced at me and nearly jumped out of his skin. 'Geez, Bella,' he gasped, then muttered to himself, 'You'd think I'd be used to that by now.'

Edward laughed. 'Come on, Jake, you practically live in this house.' The two of them moved to sit on the couch and I followed, smiling. 'Is Seth coming? And any of Sam's pack?'

It had surprised me that some members of Sam's pack had followed Seth and Jacob's examples and spent some of their time at the Cullen's house. Quill and Embry seemed to be the most comfortable, and Quill often brought Claire along. Claire was seven now, and Renesmee absolutely adored her.

'Only Seth tonight,' Jacob said, interrupting my thoughts. 'The others were busy, but Seth wouldn't miss this for the world.'

I grinned. 'Is Seth bringing Lucy?'

Jacob rolled his eyes at me. 'Yes, Bella, he's bringing Lucy. You know, if she sees how excited you are to see her then she's going to think that vampires can imprint too.'

Crossing my arms over my chest, I scowled. 'I like her. She's a nice girl. Sorry for trying to make a girl feel welcome.'

Edward put his arms around me. 'She's very grateful that you're making her feel at home when she comes here,' he told me reassuringly, but I didn't miss the smirk he flashed in Jacob's direction. 'Well, she is now that she's sure you aren't going to drink her blood.'

I pulled away enough to stare at him. 'She thought that I'd drink her blood when I've been around my daughter everyday for the past four years? I'm not a newborn anymore, and even then I had remarkable control.' I turned to Jacob. 'Does she know anything about us?'

Jacob just shrugged. 'Sure, she knows. But no matter how much Seth tells her, you guys are mythical creatures. We all are. There are legends about us that she would have heard a great deal more than what Seth can tell her. I mean, what did you first think when Edward told you who he was? Weren't you afraid he'd drink you dry?'

I smiled up at Edward, wishing I could remember that day more clearly. I still had the memory, since I'd put a fair bit of time in remembering my life when I'd been changed, but there was no way I'd ever see it as clearly as I saw things now. My answer was for Jacob, but Edward as well. Although he already knew this I knew he liked hearing how we used to be. 'No. I always knew he was different, but I never once doubted him.' I reached out to stroke his cheek. 'The night he told me everything was the night I realised how much I loved him.'

A harsh coughing sound tore my eyes away from Edward's proud, loving, golden eyes. Jacob had two fingers down his throat, pretending to be gagging himself. I hissed at him. 'You can't talk!'

He laughed, removing his fingers from his mouth. 'I guess I can't. But at least I have the ability to stick up for myself if Nessie decides she likes the smell of me too much.'

I rolled my eyes. 'Like that matters now. I'm here, Edward's here, you're here, Nessie's here. That's all that matters to me.' Edward took my hand in companionable silence.

I caught a movement in the corner of my eye and looked up to see Alice dart into the room. 'Edward, Bella,' she began, her face apologetic.

What she had been about to say was interrupted as another voice spoke at the bottom of the stairs. 'Mum? Do I look all right?'

The four of us turned as one to look at Renesmee. She was wearing a dark purple halter dress made of satin that flowed to the ground, hugging her body in all the right places. Or wrong places, in my mind. She was stunning, my daughter, my baby daughter, who was only a mere four years old today. There was no way that she looked fourteen anymore.

Edward's hand tightened on mine. 'You look gorgeous, honey,' I managed to gasp out. Alice looked at me sadly.

I removed the shield from my mind so I could talk to Edward. This is what Alice saw?

He nodded slightly, his eyes pained as he looked at his only daughter.

I followed his eyes, looking back at Renesmee. And Charlie's still coming to dinner tonight?

Another nod.

I felt a wash of sadness envelope me. We'll have to leave soon, won't we. It wasn't really a question.

His hand squeezed mine again as I got another grim nod.

AN: I hope you liked it! I don't know how often I'll write, as I said before, but it'll probably be soon, I'm pretty excited about this idea. Also, I've written out a plan for the whole thing so I know where it's going, usually I don't and I have a tendency to ramble, but if you have any ideas then let me know and I'll see if it works with what I have planned.

Check out my one-shot Imprint, it's about Jacob and Nessie. That's probably not how it'll work in this, but I thought it was cute.